. William De Morgan and his wife . (2) (2A) (3) • . . Then my Guide :— Lo, monsters twain [No. i] beside the Infernal gateWho circle rotary in hideous dance !Father are they and daughter, Death and Sin,WTaom Satan passed in INIilton. I forgetIts whereabouts i the poem ; but its there I ** THE OLD MANS YOUTH Then in the brazen lock the key revolvedCourteous. Then I— Sweet father, what is this Shape ?And to me he— Cerberus . . .Athwart the path it stood, a form to aweThe stoutest [No. 2a], who had fallen on the path *On it beholding. , . • ••••••••1 * Now had we left the noonday sunsets ray [No.
. William De Morgan and his wife . (2) (2A) (3) • . . Then my Guide :— Lo, monsters twain [No. i] beside the Infernal gateWho circle rotary in hideous dance !Father are they and daughter, Death and Sin,WTaom Satan passed in INIilton. I forgetIts whereabouts i the poem ; but its there I ** THE OLD MANS YOUTH Then in the brazen lock the key revolvedCourteous. Then I— Sweet father, what is this Shape ?And to me he— Cerberus . . .Athwart the path it stood, a form to aweThe stoutest [No. 2a], who had fallen on the path *On it beholding. , . • ••••••••1 * Now had we left the noonday sunsets ray [No. 3]Sinister, all a-pause on Cancers ZoneBetwixt Astrea and the Scorpions signIn juxtaposition. There with digit raisedVirgil— Behold ! I looked and saw a throngOf Ghosts tumultuous [No. 4], females rushing onHeadlong towards a dungeon. Who are these,Sweet pedagogue ? said I ; and he to me— 67 [No. 2]. • The H^oines of Romance, who in this circle, mawkishness we approached, and those sad Shades cried out— Alas ! Alas ! that ever we were bores ! Then I— Among ye are there any hereOf Florence, or of any other town In Italy, or out of it ? — Yea we ! and one— Yea, IWas Agathas Husbands Wife, an awful bore,A woeful and abominable bore. And I was Mrs. Halifax, lady, cried a third and smaller one— And I was Muriel in the self-same novelAs she who last addressed thee. Then they allWith one accord, set up a mournful song— Go tell Miss Mulock * to ha done, and makeNight hideous with her bores no more ! And I,One other cried, was Esther SummersonIn Dickenss Bleak House, a conscious minxA mock-meek bore, a moralizing shouldst thou. Mortal, eer to earth my Author that he neer againW^rite sentiment ! She vanished and we passedOnward . . » Footnols by De Morgan. Michael Angelo appears to have misunder-stood this passage
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